She kind of smiled. I kind of smiled. You know, the weak, "Hey. . ." and move on.
As I jogged down the stairs, I had a sense to go back up and talk to her. About what? To witness? To make sure she's having a nice day?
Maybe it's just me being weird because I didn't give her a big smile and loud hello.
Out the door and down the sidewalk, I still felt the tug. God? Then I knew, she was asking God for or about something and He wanted her to know He was going to do it.
I turned around.
"Hi, I'm Rachel." I offered my hand.
"I'm Teresa." She shook my hand before removing her glasses.
"Are you asking God for something?"
Smiling, she sat back. "Yes, I am."
"He says He's going to do it. Keep surrendering, keep asking."
"Thank you very much, I will."
Look for God to use you in the market place today!